Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Zhu Jie’s confrontation had been suggested by the Pure Heaven Bureau.
The Pure Heaven Bureau had already had the Lone Mountain surrounded by the magic guards, but they were worried that these two might ride their swords to flee, so they decided to take action on the Cloudy Platform. There were many Cultivation swordsmen here, plus more swordsmen of the Western Ocean Sword Sect. The only concern was that the Western Ocean Sword Sect would be upset if their Four-Seas Banquet was disturbed, so the best way was to enrage them; as long as they attacked first, the Western Ocean Sword Sect couldn’t blame the Imperial Court afterwards, and might even offer the greatest assistance
The best candidate of course was Zhu Jie. He had a good relationship with the Western Ocean Sword Sect and could speak freely in the hall, not to mention how awful and provocative his language could be.
“Or I guess it’s that you’re too unsightly; your face was cut up by a small knife when you were little. Is your face ruined?”
“Of course, maybe you’re pretty and just don’t want to be seen by others?”
“Take off the conical hat. I really like pretty girls. If you are pretty enough for my liking, I can take good care of you.”
Zhu Jie kept on talking, his words full of flirtation and humiliation.
The practitioners in the grand hall were a bit surprised, wondering how he wasn’t afraid of causing troubles for the host by using such filthy language, even if he was on good terms with the Western Ocean Sword Sect? Where did he get the confidence; his Big Brother was dead, and the royal empress had no connection to him.
Zhao Layue remained silent, not responding regardless of how humiliating Zhu Jie’s words were.
Nobody noticed the two disciples of the Green Mountain Sect had very unpleasant expressions on their faces. Yao Songshan from Liangwang Peak narrowed his eyes and raised his eyebrows, as if ready to kill the man.
The seats of Xiang Wanshu of the Middle State Sect and Mo Xi of the Water-Moon Nunnery were across from the seats for the Green Mountain Sect, so they noticed the changes on Yao Songshan’s expression, and were somewhat startled by it.
“Little girl…”
Zhu Jie kept on humiliating Zhao Layue with extremely vicious and scornful language.
Suddenly, his speech was stopped.
A flash of bright red light suddenly emerged in the grand hall.
A vague smell of blood was released into the fragrant air.
There was a hole opening up in Zhu Jie’s throat, fresh blood pouring from it a waterfall.
The flying sword returned in the air back to Zhao Layue’s side, disappearing in her palm.
It wasn’t until just then that Zhu Jie realized what had happened, holding his throat with both hands, as shock and despair filled his eyes.
The blood was oozing out between his fingers; it was a truly dreadful sight.
Nobody could save him. Zhu Jie slowly knelt and fell down to the ground with an ashen color on his face, yelling a few times as if with a broken windpipe, until ultimately the air stopped coming out of his throat.
Everybody was shocked in the hall, and many practitioners stood up looking in that direction, checking out what had just happened there.
Many shocking and fearful gazes were fixed on Zhao Layue.
She was about one thousand yards away from Zhu Jie, and she could kill him with her sword from such a distance and also retrieve the sword back into her palm.
Did this mean, in accordance with the most popular Cultivation States of the southern Green Mountain Sect, that she had entered the State of the Undefeated?
Xiang Wanshu and Mo Xi eyed each other, and they could sense each other’s feelings of shock.
This young girl with the conical hat on should be similar to them in age, but she had a higher Cultivation state than them!
Who was she? And what kind of flying sword was hers? It had such a horrific lethal intent!
“You dare commit crime in public, in broad daylight?!”
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An angry voice boomed outside the grand hall.
The officers of the Pure Heaven Bureau finally appeared.
Seeing Zhu Jie curled up in a pool of his own blood, Shi Fengchen’s face turned ashen as a feeling of heaviness weighed down on him.
Zhu Jie did what he asked; he successfully enraged the other party…but he failed to prevent them from killing Zhu Jie.
He felt a sense of failure that he had never known before. It made uncontrollably furious.
Shi Fengchen took a deep breath, calming down, before saying to the practitioners in the hall, “All the immortal masters should be informed, that this villain with the conical hat is a prominent criminal pursued by the Imperial Court. She committed many evil crimes, killing nearly one hundred people. Don’t let her escape!”
Those practitioners who had been in the meeting held by the Pure Heaven Bureau a few days ago reacted the fastest.
They jumped up from their seats, pulling out their swords and precious relics, the glint of green light glowing up the hall, full of lethal intention.
Xiang Wanshu looked at Zhao Layue, raising his eyebrows slightly, thinking this young girl was virtually a villain.
Mo Xi’s gaze fell on Zhao Layue as well, and her willow leaf-like eyebrows frowned, revealing a sense of disgust.
What had surprised the officers of the Pure Heaven Bureau and the practitioners was, the two monk doctors of the Fruit Formation Temple didn’t move, Zuo Yushi didn’t move; not even Yao Songshan rose a finger. Wasn’t he the immortal master of Liangwang Peak, renowned for their combative and hostile attitude to the evildoers?
Killing Zhu Jie instantly from a distance of one thousand yards, Zhao Layue demonstrated the excellent strength and Cultivation state; but there were many swordsmen with higher states, such as Elder He Zhichong, Xiang Wanshu and others, not to mention elder of the Western Ocean Sword Sect sitting at the main table, who was a swordsman of the State of Free Travel!
Under the circumstances, Zhao Layue shouldn’t have had any chance to kill Zhu Jie.
However, her sword came out too suddenly.
Others killed after some arguing; she killed a man without a single word.
Nobody had anticipated that she would dare kill someone in this place.
This was the important place for the Western Ocean Sword Sect: the Cloudy Platform. Though the Formations were suspended because of the Four-Seas Banquet, killing someone here meant challenging the entire Western Ocean Sword Sect.
The elder of the Western Ocean Sword Sect stared at Zhao Layue coldly, and his powerful Piercing Discernment had activated, enveloping her.
Until now, Xiwang Sun didn’t show up, remaining silent.
However, this mysterious swordsman of Western Ocean was watching the happenings closely from the far end of the hall.
Everything was under his control.
He wanted to find out how those two young people with the conical hats would deal with the situation, then let them go.
Standing up slowly, the Elder of Kunlun, He Zhichong, stared at Zhao Layue and said, “You’ll repay the blood debts of the junior masters of the Sect of Three, today.”
Having said that, a very sharp crescent wheel shot up with a whistling sound, darting toward Zhao Layue with extremely fierce and lethal intent.
Suddenly, a flying sword met the crescent wheel from underneath.
The flying sword was incredibly fast, emitting a flash of green light, straight as a pencil.
Dong!!!
The crescent wheel was parried by this flying sword from underneath, flying diagonally back to the side of Elder of Kunlun, whirling in the air and emitting weeping sounds.
The Elder of Kunlun turned red, his hair and beards erect as blood seeped out from the corners of his mouth. It looked horrible.
The flying sword was indeed strong and powerful, but the driver of the sword didn’t have a higher Cultivation state than his; he met this defeat because he wasn’t prepared.
Looking at the seat of the Green Mountain Sect, he shouted angrily, “Yao Songshan, are you crazy?!”